Beggars and Choosers

Close enough to see it in my rear-view mirror was a season in which I had to reconstruct my definition of being strong and capable. I was a single mom with a chronically ill child watching helplessly as all the parts of my life fell apart. There was no way that, on my own, I … Continue reading Beggars and Choosers

On Recklessness

Every now and then, I have need of a visit to the hospital to shore up my crazy lupus. In the course of my many visits, word got out that I was a pastor, albeit a slightly unusual one. And before I could snap my fingers, I had a whole new hospital congregation made up … Continue reading On Recklessness